[h1] [center] [color=red]Enter the Dragon![/color] [/center] [/h1]
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[@Baklava][@VarionusNW][@Riffus Maximus]

[indent] While Chris was still in the final stages of his transformation, a volley of bullets would strike both his still growing tail and the lower side of his ribcage. While the armor wasn't completely formed, it was strong enough at that stage to prevent the bullets from breaking too far past the skin, the scales that were pelted by the bullets had cracked, exposing soft tissue and blood, the left side of his tail had several of these injuries. At first Chris couldn't feel it as the pain of the transformation had overshadowed the bullet injuries, but as he was almost complete, the residue of pain from the bullet injuries caused him to screech a monstrous roar mixed with agony and rage. 

He no longer felt human, he felt hollow, hollow and filled with a burning desire that he didn't even know how to fill. To him it almost felt as if there was some leech on the back of his mind, vexing him, and this was only made stronger by the annoyance of his injuries. His eyes, now fully awakened, gleamed akin to small, fire-like beacons, letting out a much more feral and monstrous roar. His glare shifted to the direction of where he was shot, and full sprinted towards Angel and her meatball Assailant. While that strange and subtle desire still flowed in his thoughts, he was in control, he knew the mission. 

With speed rivaling that of a Cheetah, his Jaw widened with another Roar as he was about to pass by both the over-sized ball of meat, and Angel. Getting into range, his canines immediately dug into the meatball's body, and swiftly pulled and carried it away from Angel, making a u-turn around her and now sprinting towards Allison with a mouth full of angry meat. As he drew closer, flames would ripple out of his throat and jaws, while the meatball blocked the flame's path, his plan was to overcook this creature and harden it with the heat. 

The dragon's blood would occasionally be sent to the earth as he sprinted. Chris's draconic eyes narrowed as he was now about 12 meters away from the mass of Spaghetti crawling towards Allision. He would jerk his head up, throwing the burnt and hardened wad of meat from his mouth with great force, aiming to the plates that were holding up the mass of noodles and marinara. Not even bothering to see if it even hit he would already be sprinting in an arc, trying to maneuver behind the Spaghetti mass before striking further. [/indent]